You are my wimpy loser husband. You are in my wardrobe room and watching me as I get ready for my sex date. You help me to choose the perfect outfit, the sexiest lingerie, the tightest dress, the prettiest high heels. I'm talking about the date, how hard I will make him, how he will satisfy me while I mock you about the fact that you will never be able to please me because you are not a real man. I look incredible sexy, ready to go, I almost forgot to take my wedding ring off, it stays on your small finger till I come back, my little cucky.
